The morning sun seeped through my window, casting a golden glow across the room, but it did little to lift the weight that had settled in my chest.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every word from my argument with Bruno the night before.
His voice, cold and possessive, still echoed in my mind, and the anger from last night hadn't faded—it had only simmered deeper.
The way he had embarrassed me in front of all those people made the entire ordeal unbearable and I feared I might never have the courage of going out with him ever again.
I tried to wrap her head on how a person can be so inconsiderate and possessive all at the same time.
He had practically showed me that the chains he had held over me were as strong as ever and it angered me even more to come to this realization.
